Post by brock on Jan 21, 2014 23:43:50 GMT -5
" What do you mean random?"
Johnny Riot stands begrudgingly at a security entrance to Erie International Airport. His leather jacket, chains, keys, wallet, carry on, with a laptop on top, watch, and loose change sit in a tray on a small x ray conveyor belt. Barefoot, in black cargos, and an Operation Ivy shirt, Riot stares down a sweaty white man who seems to REALLY wish he were a cop.
" Sir, the TSA conducts random sec...."
R- " I know what a random search is. I'm just questioning the randomness of your search in general. "
The agent begins explaining the 'by the book' protocol, as Johnny spots the camera man. Completely interrupting the agent, Riot waves the camera over.
R-" I'm guessing your my camera man."
the pimply faced teen begins to talk, but Johnny is quick to silence him.
R-"Ahhhh. No talking. I mean look at you. Your using a camera phone, and wearing a hand drawn OCW shirt. Your obviously not going to contribute anything intelligent to my day, so how about you just film, and keep quiet. Nod silently if you understand.
The teen nods slowly. The look of utter vacancy says it all.
R-" Perfect. NOW,.. on to Captain Gropey."
Minutes go by, as Johnny tries to argue his way out of a search. Ultimately he gives in, opting to avoid a full cavity exam. Cameras continue to roll, as Riot emerges with his gear.
R-" Fucking puddle jumping, run down, wanna be airport. I hate travelling. Layovers longer than my flight, lost baggage, delays. This place better be entertaining to say the least. That Dean guy talked a lot of hype about 'bigger and brighter places' when I signed."
Riot shakes his head. Looking up at the board, he sees that he LITERALLY just made it in time. He clears the gate just fine, hoping the flight isn't too crowded.
Inside he finds his seat. People pile on board around him. As he expected, a daytime flight to Dallas in the middle of the week wasn't sold out by any means. Johnny grabs his laptop, sets it up on the tray table, puts on his favorite songs, and JUST as hes about to doze off, he feels the unwelcome THUD of a butt in the seat next to him.
Slowly, and deliberately, Johnny lifts his head. Next to him sits a middle aged 'soccer mom' type. Frumpy, and looking for company.
Yeah. Johnny SCREAMED that 'I want company' vibe.
So the woman smiled, and began talking.
And talking.
About her job, and her son, and his kids, and her house, and her car, and how she was going to visit her mom, but she was REALLY going to see Garth Brooks in concert.
After ten minutes, Johnny couldn't take any more. He interrupted her.
R-" I'm sorry. I don't give autographs on planes after noon."
Lady-" What?"
R-" You must have recognized me. Johnny Riot, from the internet? Yeah. You probably saw one of my championship matches in one of the indy wrestling companies I was in. A few of them were actually on TV, so I'm sure its,.."
Lady-" No, I..."
R- "Oh it was one of my Hardcore matches then. Which one? Lemme guess. Was it the one where I took the guy, and slammed him in the face with barbed wire boxing gloves? Or the one where I Powerbombed the guy onto caltrops from the top of a ladder? OOH! Was it the one where I set that guy on fire?!"
Lady-" Excuse me. this isn't my seat at all. Sorry to bother you."
R-" Wait! I was just going to tell you about the one with the Porta-Potty, and the pigs blood! Aaaaaand shes gone."
Johnny returns to his reclined position, pulling a pair of shades over his eyes. Content to sleep the trip away, Johnny dozes off.
The young man with the camera phone shakes his head in disbelief from across the aisle.
CM-" That was unbelievable"
The scene fades to black, as the announcement to turn off all electronics sounds over the PA.
R-" Didn't I tell you not to talk?"
Johnny Riot stands begrudgingly at a security entrance to Erie International Airport. His leather jacket, chains, keys, wallet, carry on, with a laptop on top, watch, and loose change sit in a tray on a small x ray conveyor belt. Barefoot, in black cargos, and an Operation Ivy shirt, Riot stares down a sweaty white man who seems to REALLY wish he were a cop.
" Sir, the TSA conducts random sec...."
R- " I know what a random search is. I'm just questioning the randomness of your search in general. "
The agent begins explaining the 'by the book' protocol, as Johnny spots the camera man. Completely interrupting the agent, Riot waves the camera over.
R-" I'm guessing your my camera man."
the pimply faced teen begins to talk, but Johnny is quick to silence him.
R-"Ahhhh. No talking. I mean look at you. Your using a camera phone, and wearing a hand drawn OCW shirt. Your obviously not going to contribute anything intelligent to my day, so how about you just film, and keep quiet. Nod silently if you understand.
The teen nods slowly. The look of utter vacancy says it all.
R-" Perfect. NOW,.. on to Captain Gropey."
Minutes go by, as Johnny tries to argue his way out of a search. Ultimately he gives in, opting to avoid a full cavity exam. Cameras continue to roll, as Riot emerges with his gear.
R-" Fucking puddle jumping, run down, wanna be airport. I hate travelling. Layovers longer than my flight, lost baggage, delays. This place better be entertaining to say the least. That Dean guy talked a lot of hype about 'bigger and brighter places' when I signed."
Riot shakes his head. Looking up at the board, he sees that he LITERALLY just made it in time. He clears the gate just fine, hoping the flight isn't too crowded.
Inside he finds his seat. People pile on board around him. As he expected, a daytime flight to Dallas in the middle of the week wasn't sold out by any means. Johnny grabs his laptop, sets it up on the tray table, puts on his favorite songs, and JUST as hes about to doze off, he feels the unwelcome THUD of a butt in the seat next to him.
Slowly, and deliberately, Johnny lifts his head. Next to him sits a middle aged 'soccer mom' type. Frumpy, and looking for company.
Yeah. Johnny SCREAMED that 'I want company' vibe.
So the woman smiled, and began talking.
And talking.
About her job, and her son, and his kids, and her house, and her car, and how she was going to visit her mom, but she was REALLY going to see Garth Brooks in concert.
After ten minutes, Johnny couldn't take any more. He interrupted her.
R-" I'm sorry. I don't give autographs on planes after noon."
Lady-" What?"
R-" You must have recognized me. Johnny Riot, from the internet? Yeah. You probably saw one of my championship matches in one of the indy wrestling companies I was in. A few of them were actually on TV, so I'm sure its,.."
Lady-" No, I..."
R- "Oh it was one of my Hardcore matches then. Which one? Lemme guess. Was it the one where I took the guy, and slammed him in the face with barbed wire boxing gloves? Or the one where I Powerbombed the guy onto caltrops from the top of a ladder? OOH! Was it the one where I set that guy on fire?!"
Lady-" Excuse me. this isn't my seat at all. Sorry to bother you."
R-" Wait! I was just going to tell you about the one with the Porta-Potty, and the pigs blood! Aaaaaand shes gone."
Johnny returns to his reclined position, pulling a pair of shades over his eyes. Content to sleep the trip away, Johnny dozes off.
The young man with the camera phone shakes his head in disbelief from across the aisle.
CM-" That was unbelievable"
The scene fades to black, as the announcement to turn off all electronics sounds over the PA.
R-" Didn't I tell you not to talk?"
